The manager reported what had just happened to Wen Shao. Wen Shaohan looked at the four people with a face, "Turn them out!"

The Imperial Court Prosperity is an industry under the Wen Family, but some people say that the Wen Family is just an agent, and the real boss has someone else.

He Pingfan looked a little unhappy when he heard this.

Lan Kexin said without hesitation, "Who dares to touch me today?"

Wen Shao glanced at her lightly and gave the bodyguards around him a wink.

A Western man with thick arms as thick as his thighs came over, and without saying a word, he reached out to grab Lan Kexin.

The other party is about 1.8 meters tall, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and has particularly developed muscles.

The deep eyes flashed with a terrifying light.

He Jian raised his hand and grabbed the other party's palm.

Tsk—Mr. Wen saw it and couldn't help but sneer.

He Jian was about 1.6 meters tall, and in front of the tall bodyguard, he looked like a child.

There is no comparison between the two at all.

So he said a disdainful international phrase, "Take him out."

"Checrow to death!"

The bodyguard was very obedient and slapped his palm.

He Jian's five fingers quickly penetrated, just holding them together.

Compared with the two palms, a trace of contempt flashed across Wen Shao's bodyguard's face.

In the unfamiliar Donghua language, "Boy, you're dead!"

Bang! The two palms are buckled together.

A trace of ruthlessness flashed across He Jian's face.

Hold the palm of your hand.

"oh!"

A great force suddenly came, holding the palm of the Western bodyguard.

“Fuck!”

His face turned pale and his forehead was sweating profusely.
Chapter completed!